Devotion Poem, Like Snow Leopards

Devotion Poem, Like Snow Leopards (Written for Jim Eslinger) Out on one of the Great Plains of Yahweh, It seems You may have gone on a hunt, or a long searching. But no matter the reason, in the time apart from you, I Stand static against the endless sky. We are snow leopards, You and I, bonded, Monogamous, champions of love. But, apart from you, I pretend to wander, although. I am Actually, lost within. Then comes the consequence: Being robbed of my spots...excised one after another, Peeled off by the stroke of the passing moments apart, Torn and tossed into the gentle tides of flowing air, Losing my distinctive markings and Set to become albino. Spirit breaking, Losing the quicker speed of my feet, And my mind wishing only its sleep Until you returnfrom a hospitalization across town? Or off in some far galaxy? Or dreaming On the long horizon of Yahweh’s plain? It is the same when you are even in a different room And I cannot hear you sigh. I float between two places always: Where you are...where I am. No earthly construct joins. The decades have knit us as one. The leopard’s flashing eyes are sure and scan The plain for the beloved with a wild, Darting perspective, glistening sight, yearning For a rewarding glimpse of the other And once spotted, it shall Take nothing to sprint through The realms separating us, For in the sighting alone We are already rejoined; You nuzzle my heartbeats Making me spring up to meet you In this, our story, a classic devotion From its outset, both of us Lover, both of us the beloved, Given life together by the author of the first word. **********. **********. *********** (C) sally Young eslinger 10/2020 Devotion Poem, Like Snow Leopards (Written for Jim Eslinger) Out on one of the Great Plains of Yahweh, It seems You may have gone on a hunt, or a long searching. But no matter the reason, in the time apart from you, I Stand static against the endless sky. We are snow leopards, You and I, bonded, Monogamous, champions of love. But, apart from you, I pretend to wander, although. I am Actually, lost within. Then comes the consequence: Being robbed of my spots...excised one after another, Peeled off by the stroke of the passing moments apart, Torn and tossed into the gentle tides of flowing air, Losing my distinctive markings and Set to become albino. Spirit breaking, Losing the quicker speed of my feet, And my mind wishing only its sleep Until you returnfrom a hospitalization across town? Or off in some far galaxy? Or dreaming On the long horizon of Yahweh’s plain? It is the same when you are even in a different room And I cannot hear you sigh. I float between two places always: Where you are...where I am. No earthly construct joins. The decades have knit us as one. The leopard’s flashing eyes are sure and scan The plain for the beloved with a wild, Darting perspective, glistening sight, yearning For a rewarding glimpse of the other And once spotted, it shall Take nothing to sprint through The realms separating us, For in the sighting alone We are already rejoined; You nuzzle my heartbeats Making me spring up to meet you In this, our story, a classic devotion From its outset, both of us Lover, both of us the beloved, Given life together by the author of the first word. **********. **********. *********** (C) sally Young eslinger 10/2020